The Demon and the Motorcycle
It was a calm, cool, bright day in the Halliwell Manor. The kitchen was filled with the fresh aroma of homemade coffee running around like little kids with a new toy. Piper Halliwell was in the kitchen with her morning coffee, preparing for a long day of work at P3. Suddenly, in the middle of the kitchen, next to the pot of coffee, flames appeared. Piper raised her hands instinctively, but waited as the flames expanded and became her son, Dakota. Piper returned to her coffee as Dakota poured a cup each of coffee and apple juice, made a bowl of cereal, and sat at the table to eat.
"Hey, Mom," Dakota buzzed out. Like the other Halliwells, Dakota Halliwell had naturally dark hair and witchy powers. He had blue eyes and a really bad temper. His father had been a demon, which explained how Dakota got around. He was not the most ideal person, as he could mix any number of demonic features with normal ones. He was usually indirect, often beating around the bush or beating a dead horse. Today, however, his blue eyes shone like stars with a bright idea, and he got right to the point. "I was wondering now that I'm 16, can I get a motorcycle? I have a motorcycle endorsement. Please?"
Piper sighed. They had, of course, talked about this before. Piper had agreed that when Dakota was 16, she'd buy him a motorcycle and a full- face helmet. "Why would you want a motorcycle when you can 'pyroport'?" Dakota turned his head to the right until it was at a 45(angle with his shoulders and fixed his mother with an intense stare. "Oh, all right," Piper found herself saying. Soon, the kitchen was filled with swirling white light. Dakota counted 5 people orbing in. 5? Whatever happened to "4's the max"? The people were soon revealed. Wyatt, Dakota's eldest sibling; Pips, their sister; Paige, Piper's half-sister; Leo, Piper's ex- husband twice over and current head elder; and, surprisingly, Dakota's girlfriend, Jess.
"Jess, what are you doing here?" Dakota exclaimed shocked. He offered Jess some apple juice, which she accepted. "Explain. Now."
"I'm your new White Lighter," Jess explained calmly, rationally, and in English. Dakota drained his coffee, thought this over, decided it was cool, and followed his mother to her car.
They bought accessories and 2 helmets, for just in case. Soon they were at a motorcycle dealership. Dakota thought he smelled something, so he took a deeper whiff of the air. Cigarette smoke and acid arrows. Acid arrows? "Mom, d'y'all smell anything?" inquired an all but curious Dakota. He knew full well the answer was no. This was a demonic scent, and only someone of demonic heritage could sniff out those scents.
"No, why?" came the relatively expected response.
"No reason."
The motorcycle salesman walked over and said in a polite tone, "Can I help you with anything?" There was the source of the scent!
"Yeah, I'd like to get a Hog street bike," Dakota voiced.
"Right this way, sir." Dakota followed the demon to the Harley- Davidsons, and picked a nice street bike painted black with flames and 2 comfortable seats.
The demon said the price and Piper paid it. The contract was signed, full price paid at purchase, and Dakota was allowed to leave. Dakota put on his mesh, fingerless biker's glove, his helmet, and got on his bike. He started it up and rode past the salesman, at which point the head of the salesman flew off thanks to a handful of claws belonging to the one and only Dakota Halliwell.
It was a calm, cool, bright day in the Halliwell Manor. The kitchen was filled with the fresh aroma of homemade coffee running around like little kids with a new toy. Piper Halliwell was in the kitchen with her morning coffee, preparing for a long day of work at P3. Suddenly, in the middle of the kitchen, next to the pot of coffee, flames appeared. Piper raised her hands instinctively, but waited as the flames expanded and became her son, Dakota. Piper returned to her coffee as Dakota poured a cup each of coffee and apple juice, made a bowl of cereal, and sat at the table to eat.
"Hey, Mom," Dakota buzzed out. Like the other Halliwells, Dakota Halliwell had naturally dark hair and witchy powers. He had blue eyes and a really bad temper. His father had been a demon, which explained how Dakota got around. He was not the most ideal person, as he could mix any number of demonic features with normal ones. He was usually indirect, often beating around the bush or beating a dead horse. Today, however, his blue eyes shone like stars with a bright idea, and he got right to the point. "I was wondering now that I'm 16, can I get a motorcycle? I have a motorcycle endorsement. Please?"
Piper sighed. They had, of course, talked about this before. Piper had agreed that when Dakota was 16, she'd buy him a motorcycle and a full- face helmet. "Why would you want a motorcycle when you can 'pyroport'?" Dakota turned his head to the right until it was at a 45(angle with his shoulders and fixed his mother with an intense stare. "Oh, all right," Piper found herself saying. Soon, the kitchen was filled with swirling white light. Dakota counted 5 people orbing in. 5? Whatever happened to "4's the max"? The people were soon revealed. Wyatt, Dakota's eldest sibling; Pips, their sister; Paige, Piper's half-sister; Leo, Piper's ex- husband twice over and current head elder; and, surprisingly, Dakota's girlfriend, Jess.
"Jess, what are you doing here?" Dakota exclaimed shocked. He offered Jess some apple juice, which she accepted. "Explain. Now."
"I'm your new White Lighter," Jess explained calmly, rationally, and in English. Dakota drained his coffee, thought this over, decided it was cool, and followed his mother to her car.
They bought accessories and 2 helmets, for just in case. Soon they were at a motorcycle dealership. Dakota thought he smelled something, so he took a deeper whiff of the air. Cigarette smoke and acid arrows. Acid arrows? "Mom, d'y'all smell anything?" inquired an all but curious Dakota. He knew full well the answer was no. This was a demonic scent, and only someone of demonic heritage could sniff out those scents.
"No, why?" came the relatively expected response.
"No reason."
The motorcycle salesman walked over and said in a polite tone, "Can I help you with anything?" There was the source of the scent!
"Yeah, I'd like to get a Hog street bike," Dakota voiced.
"Right this way, sir." Dakota followed the demon to the Harley- Davidsons, and picked a nice street bike painted black with flames and 2 comfortable seats.
The demon said the price and Piper paid it. The contract was signed, full price paid at purchase, and Dakota was allowed to leave. Dakota put on his mesh, fingerless biker's glove, his helmet, and got on his bike. He started it up and rode past the salesman, at which point the head of the salesman flew off thanks to a handful of claws belonging to the one and only Dakota Halliwell.